How I Learned to DriveLil Bit:There were a lot of rumors about why I got kicked out of that fancy school in 1970. Some say I got caught with a man in my room. But the real truth was I had a constant companion in my dorm room. Canadian V.O. A fifth a day.I slept on the floors of friends. A string of dead-end day jobs that didnt last very long.What I did, most nights, was cruise the Beltway and the back roads of Maryland. Fully tanked, I would speed past the churches and trees on the bend, thinking just one notch of the steering wheel would be all it would take, and yet some reflex took over. My hands on the wheel in the nine and three oclock position I never so much as got a ticket. He taught me well.